credits

All music and lyrics written and arranged by Eliot Eidelman
except "Just Can't Help But Lovin' You" by Backer and Eidelman
"Dark Deep Darkness" lyrics from the lithograph "Dark Deep Darkness" by David Lynch, set to music and arranged by Eidelman

Recorded with 2 C214s and GarageBand at First Take Studios, Missing Beaver Ranch, Ridgway, CO, between April 30 and May 15, 2014
Recordings engineered and mixed in mono by Backer
Mastered by Rob Jackson at Cavedweller Audio, Oakland, CA
an Evan and Eliot on Earth Production

The Maestro would like to thank History Colorado Ute Indian Museum for lending us their Elders' moraches for the end of 42

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I want to be bigger than The Beatles
I want The Beatles to be smaller than me
a little John, a little Paul
a tiny George, a small Ringo
(Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!)
Ding, dong, get out of bed!
John and Paul and George are dead!

I want to be much much bigger than the king Beatles
I want the Beatles to be much much smaller than me
(dum dum dum)
John and Paul and
George and Ringo
(Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!)
Ding, dong, get out of bed!
John and Paul and George are dead!

I want to be
bigger than the
motherfucking
Beatles and me
John and Paul and
George and Ringo
(Ringo! Ringo! Ringo!)
Ding, dong, get out of bed!
John and Paul and George are dead!

Track Name: 42

It's been a long time since I've seen ya, La Holy Alahambra
You used to be yellow and now you're pink
or were you rose and now you're beige?
I can't remember
'cause it's been a long time

Krish dropped the keys from the top wing
and then I caught 'em without seein
it was dark and I didn't have my glasses on
as if he'd channeled them to me
He said Whattup my Jesus?
It's been a long time

And when I went up into his holy abode
with the Creedence cover lookin down on all the people below
on Peachtree Road he told me:

When you're 42
you will be a man
No more twenty-somethins
and thirty-somethins
All you have to do
is live 'til 42

And when you're 42
you'll be a success
No more gettin nothin
and payin nothin
Nothin left to do
but live for 42

Dippin garlic cloves and apples into a bucket of honey
closed my eyes and started feelin the keys
that organ sounded so sweet I started trippin
and then I can't remember
'cause it's been a long time

And when he went up into his Krished-out pose
on the yoga mat lookin down on all the people below
on Peachtree Road he told me

That while you are still young
try to have a life
try not to get stuffy
When you've had enough he
told me what to do:
play 432

And once you 42
you will know some things
about baking muffins
and knowin nothin's
not so hard to do
once you 42

I can hear the rooster crow
in the mornins when I'm all alone
such a lucky cock to be your next door neighbor

And what are the chances in all of Berlin
a city of three and a half million
that I'd hear him crowin right across the courtyard?

What are the chances of meeting anyone
that you think you could begin to fall in love with?

What if you could do anyone
or be anything in the name of love?

Track Name: Y'allelujah

Wandering around the streets of St. Pauli
the day after Lou Reed died
Maybe it's true now that the music's really over
still I never felt so alive
singin to all of you
all that I know I'm singin to all of you

Cracked whores smokin stones and decomposin beatle bones
remind me of the memories that I never known
and I'm not alone, wherever I'm goin I got you
All of you, Hallelu

Wonderin around the backstreets of Schöneberg
when suddenly what do we see?
Some Afgani gangsters pukin in the alley
where Iggy, Lou and Davy used to be
singin to all of you
all that they knew they're singin to all of you

I remember when you could depend on a friend
to pick up the phone instead of just textin
I'm vexin around and all that I found's I still got you babe
All of you, Hallelujah

Hallelujah! And AEIOU-ya!
All of you, ya
and baby I love you!

Track Name: Once in a While

They say it gets cold up here around this
time of the year, early February
I try to get somethin right every once in a while

Now listen here 'cause I got somethin to say
there's a place I call home and it's so far away now
I'm tryin to get somethin right every once in a while

Though I know I'll find my way back again
to every place I ever been
and I'll go whenever the time begins
to fold in on itself
to open up and let the memories melt
back into the here and now
To take me back again
to pickle me up and let the light come in
at the end of the day before it's gone away

They say it gets cold up here
around this time of the year
I try to get somethin right every once in a while

The land I'm from is called the U.S.A.
and I'm here for now but I'm not here to stay, no
I'm tryin to get somethin right every once in a while

And I know that when the time's ripe we'll go down
and step across the border to Mexico
and I think of all of the other reasons
to hold you in my arms
to listen to your heart beat out my thoughts
and carry me home to you
To take me back again
to pickle you up and let the light come in
at the end of the day before it's gone away

They say it gets cold up here
around this time of the year...

Track Name: Passion of Joan Blues

Are you in a state of grace?
Are you in a state of grace, Joan?
Are you gonna wear those clothes?
Are you gonna be saved by Antonin Artaud?
Are you gonna be alone?
Are you gonna be alone with God, Joan?
Are you gonna die alone?
Are all of the people gonna revolt now?

Track Name: And Again

She took off her clothes
and then she proposed
we go back to her bedroom
She let down her hair
And asked if I'd care
if she put on Clair de Lune

She turned up the knob
the music came on
she got back underneath
the sheets of her bed
and holding my head
she gave all her love to me

And again
Her love was so inviting
and again
I wasn't even trying
and again

She put back on her clothes
again she proposed
we walk up the avenue
to a cafe
It's a beautiful day
and it's almost after noon

She put up her hair
and asked what to wear
as I got back underneath
the sheets of her bed
and resting my head
I fell back to sleep again

Her love was so completing
and again
I didn't feel like eating
then again
Her love was so fulfilling
and again
I didn't feel like milling
out in the streets with the
cars and the heat and the
feet of the people all
mixed up in front of me
I'd rather stay in today
and write a song for my lady

I think it went something like this:

Sweet Susanna!
Sweet Susanna!

Track Name: Just Can't Help But Lovin' You

Evan:
When all your dreams
have turned to gold
and you have grown
tired, weak and old
in the waiting room
that is your life
then take a seat
relax some more
the time was there
the place was then
and I'm not sayin anything's gonna change!

Eliot:
When all your dreams
have turned to shit
and you've got no-
where left to sit
in the waiting room
that is your life
then take a stand
walk out the door
the time is here
the place is now
and I'm not sayin anything's gonna change!

And I just can't help but lovin' you, yes it's true
I can't help myself at all, can't help myself at all!

Track Name: Bodega Bay

I left my home in the San Francisco Bay
tryin to follow a hunch
tryin to fall in love
I took a trip up along that Pacific Coast Highway
just headed northward up to Bodega Bay

When I arrived I took a boat across the bay
to surprise my love
tryin to follow a hunch
and when in Rome do as the Romans as they say
even way up here in Bodega Bay

When the heavens opened up
I held your hand and had to tuck
my head under your chest
the way that you caressed me
made me know we'd be okay
we'd find a way to get away
from Bodega Bay
go back to San Francisco

When the heavens opened up I
held your hand and had to tuck my head
Made me know we'd be okay, we would
find a way to get away, go home

So won't you take me away from Bodega Bay?
Honey I just wanna ride your bones tonight
but if we don't leave soon we may never see the mornin light
again, I didn't plan on comin here to stay
so baby won't you take me away from Bodega Bay?

Baby won't you take me away from Bodega
Baby won't you take me away from Bodega Bay?
Take me way down south to Los Angeles
Won't you visit me way out in Joshua Tree
in the holiest April of 2014
a gaggle of angels keeps descendin on me
and it's all right

Track Name: Coyote

Well when Coyote got excited
he dug himself a hole
he tunneled to the river to the virgin bathing pool
he got excited
he dug himself a hole
with his dick
he dug himself a hole

Well when he made it to the river
he ran into the Snake
it bit him in the dick and he had to take a moment
just to realize
what has happenin
that it had bit him in the dick

Whole lotta people in the world today
don't know what to think or say or do
or be or who to be like
or who not to be like
I like Coyote!
I wanna be Coyote!

All right now!
Whole lotta people, whole lotta people
and a whole lotta Pipeloi, whole lotta Pipeloi a
whole lotta people in the world today!
Coyote!
And have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with?
I have

Track Name: Guantanamo

One of these days they're gonna ship me away
to my four by six cell in Guantanamo Bay
all because of the words that I say
call it freedom of speech in the U.S. of A.

Once of these days I'm gonna pick up the phone
and at the end of the line there won't be no tone
just some FBI guys whisperin Shh, he's home
I'll disconnect the line and to the mountains I'll roam
That's right

Well the good die brave and the brave die young
they bury their heads in the heart of the son
of the father on the day that the deed is done
It's the American way or else Off to Guantanamo Bay with ya, son
Off ta Gitmo ya go

You may say that I'm paranoid
(you're paranoid)
well I've got every good reason to be
The government's gone off and destroyed
our basic civil liberties
and we can't be free

One of these days I'll hear a knock at the door
and then a guy with a gun'll tell me Down on the floor!
All because of this stupid fucking war
we're shippin justice away to Guantanamo Bay

That's right
Off ya go
Off ta Gitmo

And it's not just me:
One of these days they're gonna ship us away
to our four by six cells in Guantanamo Bay
all because of the words that we say
you can call it freedom of speech
(freedom of speech)
in the U.S. of A.
in the U.S.A.
in the motherfuckin U.S.A.
in the U.S.A.

Track Name: Wondrin Wondrin

Wondrin wondrin what will I be?
What will I be to the enemy?
What will he be to me?

Wondrin wondrin what will I say?
What will I say on that fateful day?
What will I finally say?

Wondrin wondrin what will I do?
What will I do when it all comes true?
There's a ship in the yard and it's time to climb aboard
What will I finally be?

Track Name: Dark Deep Darkness

Dark deep darkness and splendor all around
it was in the roots and under and a tree came out
and then a house with stars above
inside the house a man with eyes to see
and long arms reaching
he saw the splendor all around
and when he reached into the deep darkness
he saw himself

And reaching out into the deep darkness
he saw himself

Alright now!
And it's all right now

from the lithograph "Dark Deep Darkess" by David Lynch

Track Name: The California Sun

'm goin back to California
home of the California Sun
I hope to see ya in California
so I can know that I'm not the only one

Been away for almost a year
left my love and I swallowed my fear
made it all the way to Germany
buckled down for the winter and started to freeze

Take me back to California
land of the endless fire and waterless lakes
I'm comin home to California
so I can know that I've gotten what it takes

Flew back to Atlanta it was freezin cold
up in the Big House on Ponce I was all alone
out in Colorado where the gravel is thick
and the nights are long and the ice is slick

All aboard for California!
Wake up in the mornin feel the sun shinin on your face
Next stop on this train's a-California!
Everyone must exit, we've arrived, get off the train

It's good to be back in California
home of the California Sun
It's always good to see ya here in California
so I can know that I'm not the only one

Just you and me and the California Sun

Track Name: Black Cat Blues

Black cats aren't bad luck
I'm bad luck for black cats
I got the Black Cat Blues
It's not what I choose
and I don't know why I find that I am always
losing you

When we lost our Vlad
high up on the hilltop
I must've combed that hill
down a million times or more
and I don't know what I find that I am always
looking for

When your mama died
and I couldn't be by your side
You never really let
me ever be there again
and I just don't know when I find that I will always
be your friend

Kembra disappeared
everything that I feared
is comin true
I got the Black Cat Blues
and I don't know who you found but I am always
losing you

Back up on the hill
hoping Ham's alive still
and that you're doing well
it can be hard to tell
and I don't know how you find out I am always
still myself

Black cat's got the blues
whereas I got the Black Cat Blues
and I love you Sus
though it's not what I choose
and I don't know why I find that I am always
still loving you
and yet I don't know why when I find that I am always
losing you
I got the Black Cat Blues

And this black cat's gonna find his way home
some day, some day

Track Name: Electric Kite Sky Ride

When the wind sweeps the sand to the sky
and the ocean of dust starts to rise
in the desert of life we are islands of life
in the faces of death we're alive

When the Sun starts to fall from the sky
and the land of the day starts to die
there's a place where my eyes always rest
where the colors descend on the West

Where the blue meets the yellow and red
and the hills are all purple and dead
'fore the electric kite in the sky
is ready to ride you into the night

Where the stars are all-knowing and bright
and the Moon is a sliver of light
from a faraway star we are further than far
away from the eclipse of the Sun

When it rise its head in the East
and the sounds of the night have all ceased
we're alive and awake and enveloping
everything from the Sun underneath

Where the land is all blistered and parched
where the cowboys and indians marched
to their deaths in the West while the rest of us
followed them to be imbued by the Sun

Where the coyotes are crossing the plain
and the doves and the crows are all playing
in the sand and the branches of joshua trees
in the faces of death we are free

As the wildflowers lining the paths
and the washes as dry as the wraths
of the Sun, he sees everything from above
he can mercilessly see all things
from above